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Claire’s Ordeal
Claire was left alone with her image in the bright mirror. The leather around her wrists was supple, but her arms were stretched so tightly it was hurting her shoulders. She managed to rise up on her toes and brace her heels against the uprights to get a little relief.
The room was warm but Claire felt herself trembling. She was scared – really scared. She knew absolutely that she was going to be raped. Worse, she could be killed - her battered body could end up in a dumpster somewhere. With a conscious effort she closed her eyes and tried drive the images from her mind. It worked for a short time, but then once again she angrily shook herself and struggled with her bonds. Her breasts made a soft slapping noise as they moved across her chest and she stopped, hating them. All her life her response to fear and challenge was to resist and attack. Now her efforts just made the display of her body more lewd and obscene.
“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”
The sound of her voice echoed briefly in the room and then died off to the same silence. She opened her eyes -- still there, still naked, still exposed. There was pain in her shoulders and her calves were beginning to feel the strain of keeping her on tiptoes. She leaned her head back, arching her body, trying to find a way to get more comfortable. Nothing worked. She could only relax for so long before she had to shift into another position.
Time passed. Ten minutes – a half hour? Only her breathing, her discomfort, and in the mirror her stark naked image staring back at her.
The pain in her shoulders and calves was slowly growing more intense and new aches were appearing in her back and thighs. Claire began to long for relief, for a change, even if it could mean something worse.
Rape. She was going to be raped. Some fucking, useless, loser, lowlife MAN forcing himself into her. Taking pleasure from her humiliation and pain. “Well, he might as well kill me,” she thought, “because it’s going to be like fucking a dead body.” Ahh Fuck, no, that wasn’t it. She didn’t want to die. She wanted to kill.
“FUCK!”
Time passed and gradually Claire’s movements became less agitated and her mood stabilized. There would be no room for despair or humiliation. She was filling herself with hate.
* * *
“Well, now that was a good lunch. And we have the most
pleasant afternoon ahead of us.” Dominic leaned back in his chair with a sigh.
The curtain was drawn once again, the screen was down, and the lights were on.
Dominic and Michael were seated at a table that
“What will you do next?”
“I suppose there are several ways one could proceed.
“Interesting.” Dominic paused to look up at the screen himself. Claire was slowly shifting from side to side to relieve the pain in her shoulders. Her soft breasts swung with her, back and forth. “Why someone would dislike such a lovely large pair of tits I don’t know. There’s nothing that moves quite so nicely as natural breast flesh.”
Dominic looked back at
Michael was curious. “What have you planned? What is going to happen?”
“Oh, well, I think it will be fun to keep you in suspense. You won’t be bored, I assure you. I’ve arranged for you to have quite an interesting afternoon,” Dominic smiled and stood up, then walked to the door. Before leaving he gestured briefly toward the chair that was back facing the curtain. “Make yourself comfortable,” he said before turning to go.
Michael approached the back of the chair and the room went dark once again. The curtains parted and there was Claire stretched out before him. She looked gorgeous – a firm body but wonderfully voluptuous. Her skin had taken on a soft sweaty sheen that reflected her curves. Her calves and thighs were round and her hips flared smoothly from her waist. He leaned toward the glass to look more closely at her shaven cunt. A delightfully smooth mound of flesh divided by a simple gash – the inner lips were hidden. And her breasts –large and mobile, swaying with her movements. The nipples and aureolae were a soft pink, only slightly darker than her skin.
Then Michael looked at her face, and he almost had to step back. This girl was in pain but she was focused and determined and angry. The contrast of that hard face with her helpless body could not have been more stark. Michael sat back in his chair and spread his gown, revealing his growing cock.
“Please, Sir. I … I don’t want to disturb you, Sir.”
The voice came from behind him. Michael sat up sharply and turned his head. The only light in the room was coming through the glass, and in its glow he saw a vision. Mandy. She had entered the room quietly and was now on her knees just a few feet away. She wore nothing but a white thong and her hands were held behind her head. Her incredible breasts were thrust forward by the arch in her back and her eyes were downcast.
“I’m sorry to bother you, Sir. But my master instructed me to be with you this afternoon.”
“Mandy!” Michael expelled a breath in surprise and pleasure. “Come here.” Mandy shuffled forward on her knees until her face was close to his. Michael was overwhelmed. Her breasts looked and moved even better than he remembered. She smelled fabulous - freshly bathed and perfumed. He took her face in his hands: “Look at me.”
Mandy looked up. Her eyes were pools of doubt and concern. She seemed ready to cry. “Mandy. Just what did your Master tell you to do?”
“Oh, Sir. He said I was to serve you as I would serve him.”
Michael held her face. He began to realize some things, but the implications were too profound to take in all at once. He spoke: “Have you served another before this?”
“No, Sir. I have only ever served my Master.” Mandy’s eyes were filling with tears. “Except . . . for yesterday, Sir.”
Michael held her firmly, staring into her eyes. He simply could not believe the submission he saw there. She was placing herself in his hands without knowledge or trust. Only obedience to her Master. And sadness – why? And fear. She was shivering with fear.
Michael put aside some of his thoughts and questions for later. For the moment he knew what to do. His hands became a bit more gentle, but he spoke firmly: “Mandy, I am going to watch the training of this new slave. You will place yourself between my legs and you will give your undivided attention to the pleasure of my cock. You will use your fingers and tongue and you will worship my cock and my balls, and my asshole. You will not make me come unless I give you permission. You will do your very best to please me. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir.” Mandy’s face lost some of its fear, and became even more stunningly beautiful as she accepted his orders. “Thank you, Sir.”
Michael let go and Mandy moved in front of him, between his legs. She reached for his cock and, raising it gently from his belly, she gave the shaft a light kiss and then laid it softly against her face. A hand went to his balls and gathered them gently under her chin. Michael lay back in his chair again, spreading his legs widely and raising them to rest on the upholstered arms. He looked up in anticipation to watch the scene unfold in front of him.
* * *
Claire heard the door open behind her and she opened her eyes sharply. The first thing she saw entering the room was a wheeled tray covered with a white cloth. It was followed by a large brown skinned man who pushed the tray up beside her. Behind him she saw Dominic enter again. She looked down at the tray in the mirror and with dawning horror she saw an array of medical equipment including two large hypodermic needles. She looked up at Dominic, astonishment and fear entering her eyes.
The large man moved behind her and smoothly pushed his much larger body into hers. In the mirror Claire’s head did not even reach the man’s armpits. Claire was stretched even more tightly and gave out a groan as her shoulders flexed. Then the man reached around her with two hands and grabbed her breasts from below. His hands were large as he gathered them, pushing them out and away from her chest. His fingers dug in, presenting her nipples at the front in firm round circles of flesh.
Dominic moved in front of her. His face was calm and focused. Taking one of the large syringes, he presented the tip to the end of her right nipple.
“What the fuck are you doing! Stop!”
Dominic did not respond. The needle was long – four inches
or more – but in
“What’s happening! What are you doing!!?”
Dominic seemed to relax. He held the barrels of each syringe steadily and looked up. Claire was absolutely still, her eyes large. The needles had not hurt, much, but she knew that any movement might cause serious damage. Finally Dominic spoke:
“We shall have some amusement with you this afternoon, my dear. These syringes contain an alkaloid compound. It is a derivative of the poison in a particular tropical plant. You will find that it causes exquisite pain.” He leaned closer to her face. “Without an antidote, this pain will last many weeks. It has been known to drive men insane.”
Claire was looking at him as if he were completely mad. “You fucking Nazi!”
Dominic continued brightly: “You will be pleased to know
that I also have the antidote, and I can administer it to you if you like.
Dominic held up the syringe and said: “This is all that I have left.” He then reached down to open his gown and exposed himself. Reaching down with his left hand he held out his balls from underneath. Then, with surprisingly little fuss he took the needle and very gently stuck it into one of his testicles and injected himself.
“Mmmph! Ouch! Well, I’m glad that’s done!”
Claire’s face had a look of stunned bewilderment.
“Well now, let’s get started.” Dominic moved in front of Claire once again, took each syringe in hand and placed his thumbs over the plungers. He first pushed the needles deeper into her breasts, feeling for her ribs. Then in a slow even motion he began to pull them out. As he pulled he depressed the plungers, distributing the poison as evenly as possible along the way, depositing the final drops within her nipples. Claire looked down at her breasts, speechless with horror.
The syringes were empty when they finally emerged. At a nod
from Dominic,
“This is my favorite part,” Dominic said softly, looking down at the soft flesh in his hands and kneading gently. “It’s like a childhood fantasy.”
Claire began to feel something from deep inside her breasts. It began as a sharp itch that quickly grew in intensity, becoming a fiery pain before she could think. She hissed an intake of breath between her clenched teeth, and then let out a yell: “Argghh! Fuck! FUCK!”
Dominic watched eagerly, his fingers feeling for the core of her breasts. He squeezed and kneaded, and his cock stiffened as he began to feel the swelling begin from deep inside. Soon his fingers were pushed apart by the firm growth spreading through Claire’s flesh. Her breasts grew in his hands, losing their softness, growing firm and taut. The nipples grew as well, pushing stiffly against his palms.
Claire could not believe the pain she was feeling. It was like her breasts were on fire. Like her flesh had been bathed in burning, caustic acid. And the pressure! The weight! Her stretched skin would burst! Explode!
* * *
Behind the glass Mandy’s tongue had found its target and was probing gently. The delicate fingers of one hand reached up to encircle Michael’s cock at the base and the other was against her forehead cupping his balls from underneath.
Michael was looking up. He could not see Claire’s breasts behind Dominic’s shoulders, but he could see her face. It was amazing how quickly that face had changed. Now it was shock and surprise and intense pain that he saw there. The hatred was gone. He spread his legs wider and leaned back, his hands moving behind his head.
* * *
In Dominic’s hands, Claire’s breasts had achieved cartoonish proportions. They stood out large on her chest; round and firm and convex on the top and sides. They had grown in weight as well as size, and their color had deepened to an angry purplish red that was closely matched only by the color of her anguished face.
Dominic shifted his hands to hold her breasts from the sides. With widespread fingers he pushed them together to make an enormous cleavage. Claire let out a cry of pain and Dominic looked up. He continued to squeeze, kneading her with his fingertips, watching her scream. He could play that face, squeezing and probing, a conductor in a symphony of pain.
After short time he softened his grip and spoke to
The effect was dramatic. Clair’s spread legs rose perfectly straight to her ass, which was now thrust roundly backwards. Her lower back was almost horizontal as it arched into her torso, and on the front her enormous round and red breasts stood out proudly like beacons. With her upstretched arms and arched back she could have been a figurehead on a pirate pleasure ship.
“Well, isn’t that nice,” said Dominic. “All right,
Dominic moved in front of Claire once again and placed his hands over her breasts, feeling her nipples press into his palms. His fingers spread wide, and then squeezed, grabbing her and pulling like he was trying to hold a basketball in each hand. He looked directly into her anguished eyes. “The pain is going to get worse,” he said. “The body starts to break down the poison into simpler compounds, but these are also poisonous, and attack different nerves. So the pain you feel constantly changes and evolves – you never get used to it.”
Claire heard him speak but she did not understand the words. The pain she felt was unbelievable. Each of Dominic’s fingertips felt like it was firing lightning shocks into her breasts. And when he moved and squeezed it would start a fireworks of shooting pain that spread out through her chest and shoulders. The pain overwhelmed her – it took over her mind. She was nowhere inside her head – the pain was everywhere, everything.
Dominic looked at her coolly, seeing the vacant agony in her eyes. “It seems you might need a diversion,” he said quietly. He let go and moved once again to the cupboard, returning with a heavy long cane. Taking up a position at her side, he laid a hard stroke across her well presented ass. Claire’s body spasmed from the blow. He laid another, then another, pausing only to watch the effects of each stroke in the mirror.
* * *
Mandy’s tongue was now probing more deeply. She had turned her head sideways to get closer, and her hands were gently stroking Michael’s shaft. It stood straight in the air, waving gently, occasionally jerking of its own accord.
* * *
From somewhere Claire’s mind took notice of the new indignities and tried to make sense of them. Her eyes opened and she took in the sight of the image in the mirror. Slowly she realized it was she with the enormous breasts, and that it was she being caned on the ass by this man. She saw the next stroke rise and fall, and as the pain radiated outwards she started to scream.
“Aughhh!! Stop! Please Stop!” Tears flooded her eyes and flowed down her face, mixing at her chin with drool from her mouth. “Stop! Please!”
“That’s better,” said Dominic, and aimed another blow. “Welcome back!”
He laid one more, then placed the cane on the tray and returned to look Claire in the eyes. This time she was there, staring back in piteous agony. “So, you have returned. Do you remember where you are?”
Claire’s mouth opened and closed, but she did not speak. Dominic took her breasts gently from underneath, lifting their heavy weight in his hands. “Have you figured out how you can make the pain go away? Have you?”
A shocking image of Dominic injecting himself came into Claire’s mind. Her eyes grew even wider. “You . . .”
“Yes, I did. And you must get it out somehow. What would you suggest?”
Claire knew what she had to say. Even through her pain she could feel a nauseous wave of humiliation rising in her throat. “No! Please, No!” Her voice was soft, choked with pain. “Please No!”
“It’s all there is, Claire. There isn’t any more. How will you get it out. Claire? How will you do it?”
“Nooo! No, Please!” Claire shook her head from side to side, the shame and despair flooding her mind. “No! Don’t make me!”
“Don’t make you what, Claire? What do you have to do to feel better?” He began to lift her breasts up so that they bulged on the top and framed her face as he stared into her agony. “What do you want to do, Claire?”
“Ahh, Ha! I have to make you come!” Claire was sobbing openly now, her face a picture of misery and defeat. “Wahh! I have to make you come.”
“Clever girl! And how will you do that, Claire?” Dominic was starting to squeeze her breasts now from below, making them bulge lewdly below her face. “How will you make me come, Claire?”
“Oww! Oh Stop! Please!” The intense pain in Claire’s breasts finally pushed through all her remaining resistance. She needed the antidote. She had nothing left.
“Ahhh! I’ll suck you off! Let me suck you off! I need it!”
“What do you need, Claire?”
“I need your come! I need it! Please!”
“But what if I don’t want you to suck me off? What if I would rather fuck you in the ass? Would that be all right?”
“Oh, God! Yes! Fuck me in the ass! Please!”
“What about your cunt, Claire? Shall I fuck you there?”
“Yes! Fuck my cunt! Please!”
Dominic stepped back, his hands still holding her tortured breasts. “Very good!” he said. “But now we have to make a choice, don’t we? Which shall it be? Mouth? Ass? Cunt? Which one do you want the most, Claire?”
Claire looked at him in pure agony. She had been taken down so far, and still it continued. “Oh, fuck! I don’t know! Whatever you want!”
“But Claire, I want to know what you want.” His right hand dropped, releasing her breast, and then rose sharply to strike it from below. “Whap!” Her breast rose upward to her chin, then fell heavily to her chest. Claire’s face registered incredible, intense, and shocking pain.
“What do you want, Claire?” The other hand dropped, and rose again sharply. “Whap!”
“Mouth, ass or cunt, Claire. Which shall it be?”
Claire made her choice. She wanted the medicine in her mouth. It would work there. It would be relief.
“Please let me suck you off! I need your come! I need your cock in my mouth!”
“Whap!” “Say it louder, Claire! Convince me!” “Whap! Whap!” Claire’s tortured breasts were in constant motion, dancing heavily above Dominic’s hands .
Claire screamed. “I NEED YOUR COCK IN MY MOUTH NOW! PLEASE! I NEED YOUR COCK NOW!”
“Excellent!” Dominic reached for the tray, which also held a controller. He pushed a button and the bars retreated slightly into the floor. Then he moved around her, removing the crossbars. He pushed the button again and Claire’s hands began to move down. He kept pushing until her head was at the right level, her hands close to her feet. Claire was bent at the waist, her ass high, her tits enormous as they hung swaying underneath. She raised her head as Dominic took up position in front of her again.
* * *
“You may take me in your mouth now. Keep a finger in my ass.”
* * *
Dominic spread his robes to reveal his hard cock. He waved the head slowly front of Claire’s face watching as her eyes followed it back and forth. Claire opened her mouth wide, reaching for him. Dominic paused, then entered.
* * *
“That’s right! Slide up and down gently now. Hold my balls.”
* * *
Dominic grabbed Claire’s head by the ears and drove for the back of her throat. Claire gagged, her head shaking back and forth. “Hmmmnh! Hrrgghh!” She couldn’t breathe! Finally Dominic withdrew and Claire took in a huge gasp of air.
“What do you want, Claire?”
“Arghh! I want your cock! Please, I need your cock!”
* * *
“Now use your tongue just under the head. Gently now. That’s right, gently. Ahhh! Very nice!”
* * *
Dominic plunged into her again. It wasn’t going to take long. He felt his come rising and moving and his cock expanded inside Claire’s throat. One final thrust and he was shooting into her mouth and down her gullet. “Oh, Fuck yes! Arghh!”
* * *
“Now take my come, Mandy. Seal me with your lips. Take it all! Ahhh! Arghhhh!”
Michael convulsed in the chair, his legs rising around Mandy’s obedient lips. One, two, three bursts of come filled her mouth. She looked up at him, her face gorgeous, her lips sealed softly around the neck of his cock.
* * *
Dominic was still thrusting into Claire’s throat, but more slowly now. He pulled out finally with a satisfied sigh. Claire closed her mouth, her tongue furiously sucking and swiping inside her cheeks to find all his come and make sure she had it all. Dominic watched, a smile growing on his face. Finally he squatted down in front of her, his hands once again finding her swollen breasts and lifting them to her chest.
“Do you think you have it all?” Dominic squeezed, and the shooting, stabbing pains were still there. Claire grimaced, and her tongue redoubled its efforts. Her eyes showed hope and expectancy, but also confusion. Dominic watched her and then finally spoke, his hands compressing her hard one last time: “The antidote is in your breasts already. It was mixed with the poison, in a form that is released slowly. You will begin to feel some relief in a few minutes.”
“You don’t really think I would inject my own testicle, do you?”
Claire’s face registered only shock and exhaustion, and complete defeat. Dominic withdrew his hands and gradually Claire’s knees buckled and she entered a squat, her wrists held between her knees. As her ass reached the floor her head fell and she began to weep uncontrollably. Dominic rose up and began to push the tray. He left her, a tiny sobbing ball on the floor.
* * *
Michael was looking down at Mandy and dealing with something he did not completely understand. He was still tingling from the effects of his orgasm, but more than that his whole body was filling with the warmth that comes only from genuine affection. In wonder he stared at the girl with his cock still in her mouth, this girl who could not be more lovely nor more obedient. He drank her in - he could not get enough of the simple beauty of that face.
Finally he laid his head back and said, softly: “Go ahead”. As his eyes closed he heard only the obedient sounds of Mandy squeezing his come down her throat.
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